Saturday, March 01, 2008
Mans best friend
Woke up this morning to the sight of next doors trampoline hanging, shattered and torn, up their Oak tree! I think there was a bit of a blow last night! Although it was mild, the blustery wind put pay to any bees or early butterflies in the garden. The pooch, what ever the weather, whinges for her walk every morning, which I duly oblige, mindful of the fact that if she didn't drag me out every morning I probably wouldn't see half the stuff I do, and for that I'm thankful to her.